Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

Sweetie I don't your cookies
If you're looking for applause, keep
recipe's boring,
Meed a more spice in my cooking

Honey you want my problems
If you had 'em you would sink to the
You should bring life jacket
Cause people you can't handle this, no

Where were you when I needed
Tell me, where were you when I you?

ass bitches
When they smile in face,
But you it ain't well wishes
When they eating all the off your plate
And they don't do
When they words and actions blur
And they know different
No time for fake ass bitches

You can go jump on the
You yell money your lame ass friends
Go and jump on the bandwagon
With you ass bitches

I been in the trenches,
you should but you don't pay attention
You wouldn't know real talk if it screamed out in your face, now listen
You got with it,
I believed in your for a hot
Good as a friend in the
but you had to go ghost, me lonely

Where you when I needed you?
Tell me, where were you when I needed

Fake ass
they smile in your face,
But you it ain't well wishes
they eating all the food off your plate
and they don't do
When they and they actions blur
And they don't know
No time for these fake ass

You can go on the bandwagon
You yell money your lame ass friends
Go ahead and jump on the
With you ass bitches

You not my BFF, you not my
You a fake ass bitch just like the
I was all the way down, you was all the way
Now you tryna come cause I'm all the way gone
I got both fingers all the way up
If a broads, id on't give two fucks
If I say something, my back it
You be running your
And it don't match actions
And I throwing shade, I'm just saying
Act like it's a and eat off your own plate
Cause it not a compliment I say you fab
You just a with your fake ass, bitch

How about a hand for the real
Put it down, had my back day one
hear about 'em throwing no shade, no
So if you one of us, up
of the gossip?
Think you had
Don't worry 'em, middle fingers up to these...

ass bitches
When smile in your face,
But you it ain't well wishes
they eatifg all the food off your plate
And they do dishes
they words and they actions blur
And they don't know
No for these fake ass bitches

You can go on the bandwagon
You yell money with your lame ass
Go ahead and jump on the
With you fake ass

With bitch ass...
your bitch ass...